This morning, twiddling along the pavement, a chap on a fatbike (with fashionable ultra-wide bars) looking as if he was out for a day on the trails: rucksack, GoPro on the helmet, bottles on the front fork mounts and in a dual TT-style saddle mount; retina-searing torches mounted under the bars. Apart from the unusual sight of a non-BSO fatbike, the mystery remains as to where he was going; he went past multiple entrances to the canal towpath system, and AFAIK there's only miles of urban sprawl in the immediate direction he was heading.